Friday, August 19, 2016

Months have passed since Ian Daniels and Newton
Daily opened fire at Atwood High school, killing dozens of students before
turning the guns on themselves.

Determined to pay tribute to her fallen classmates
and teachers, Sadie’s thrown herself into the memorial project at the newly
rebuilt school. But it’s not enough. Horrific dreams of the shooting
intertwined with memories of the night her mother was murdered keep her up at
night and haunt her during the day.

The constant stream of hate raining down on her
from faceless social media trolls only make matters worse. Her boyfriend,
Hayden brings the only source of relief when he sneaks in to sleep next to her
on nights her dad is at work.

Desperate for normalcy, Sadie fills every waking
moment of her day with anything to take her mind off her pain. If she’s
exhausted, she’ll be too tired to acknowledge the new threat gunning for her.

BENEATH the VOID is book 2 in Elisa Dane's Fighting
Chance series, a hard-hitting and unapologetically raw look at teen violence in
schools and the aftermath of learning to pick up the pieces and heal.

DISCLAIMER: I received a copy of this book from Swoon Romance in exchange for honest review, for this blog tour.Okay, I read and reviewed the first book, but it seems my post got deleted or something. I will have to put it back up, or something. (If I happen to find it, I will link it later.)Anyways, Beneath the Void picks up where In The After leaves off. Sadie is struggling after two of her classmates are the cause of a massive shooting at her high school. She and Hayden are going strong, and he is her rock. But lately he seems to be . . . not himself.Sadie's health is depleting. She is neglecting herself; forgetting to eat and not drinking enough liquids. On top of that, one of the AE (Atwood Elites) Britt is suddenly her friend? o.O Something fishy about that, but Sadie decides to try and help Britt. She knows how she is feeling.Sadie keeps receiving creepy text messages and notes from a . . . I suppose we can call him a stalker. As if being on edge from the school shooting were not making Sadie paranoid enough. This book brings to light the aftermath of what extremes can come out of bullying and other violence.

My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars.It was so hard for me to read this, but I loved ever moment of it. At one point, I just knew what was coming. I just knew it and I couldn't stop crying. And then, everything fell into place. At first I was worried because the author wrote the final chapter a certain way that had me believing one thing, but then it was something else and I was so relieved. Elisa Dane's writing is tear-jerking-amazing.

“It’s a damn shame what happened to that girl. A damn shame what
happened to all of you.”I bit down on the inside of my lip and lifted my tray off the counter.
If I didn’t get away from Moe before he started in, things would get awkward fast.
“Heading out,” I called over my shoulder as I rounded the counter. The last
thing I wanted to do was talk about the shooting. I’d lived, breathed, ate, and
drank nothing but the shooting for months on end. I had funeral music burned
into my brain and had cried myself into a stupor more times than I could count.
I was done crying. It didn’t help. It didn’t change what had happened, and it
didn’t make anything better. Moving forward and staying busy were the only
things that made life bearable. Well, that and spending quality time with
Hayden. The memorial project I was heading up at Atwood High was the only
shooting related activity I involved myself in anymore. It was positive. It had
meaning. It was my way of paying respect to poor Tara Chung.And everyone
else.A loud boom sounded in the not too far distance.My body reacted on instinct. My heart leaped inside my chest. The tray
full of drinks I’d been carrying crashed against the black and white checkered
tile. My knees buckled, and with a frightened scream, I dropped like a stone to
the floor and covered my head with my arms. Not again. Not again. This can’t be
happening again.The people in the booths next to me weren’t moving. Were they insane?
There was a shooter in the building! I rose up onto my knees and lurched
sideways, grabbing onto the jean-clad knee of the older man sitting at the edge
of the booth. “Get down! Quick!”The man gaped at me like I was insane.A hand clamped down onto my shoulder, and I shot up off the floor with a
shriek.“Sadie!” Moe’s voice sounded above the pounding of my heart, and I
zeroed in on his calm face as I struggled to catch my breath.He stepped forward and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Honey, it’s
okay. Everyone in the diner is fine. A car backfired out in the lot. That’s
what you heard."My mouth felt dry and pasty and the room swayed beneath my feet. I
opened my mouth to speak and glanced over my shoulder toward the front window
when words failed me. I glanced back at Moe. “A-a car?”Moe’s expression was gentle, but filled with pity and my stomach
immediately soured. “Everyone’s fine, sweetheart,” he said with a nod. He
motioned toward the back of the diner. “Why don’t you take your break now and …
” He continued to watch me with concern as his words trailed off and
I nodded, more than happy to get the hell away from everyone and everything. I
knew what he couldn’t bring himself to say: Take your break, girl, and hide
your crazy away before you drive away my business.Too embarrassed to look back, I left my fallen tray and drinks where
they lay shattered and spilled on the floor and sprinted out the back door of
the diner.

About the Author

Elisa Dane loves books, chocolate, reality
television, her family, and All Star Cheerleading. Not necessarily in that
order! She writes contemporary YA romance with cheerleaders. Yep. She writes
what she knows, and it's her hope that her

stories will not only take you on a romantic
journey that will warm your heart, but that you'll find a new respect for the
sport of All Star Cheerleading you may not have had before. She's represented
by Brittany Booker of the Booker/Albert Agency, and has published a NA
paranormal series under her real name, Lisa Sanchez.

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